Emotional Roller Coaster

Simon is in fine form this morning.
Me: "I guess Oliver doesn't like jam."
Simon: "I bet he thinks it's rancid salsa."
I burst out laughing and he added: "I see I struck a nerve. Maybe even a ...funny bone? "

The "Twelve Days of Christmas " is playing in the background. Simon said, "Why don't those two get married already? Obviously, they love each other! I mean, they keep getting each other ridiculous gifts. Five golden rings? Come on! And what would you do with calling birds! ? I guess the rings are more practical if you get married and and you're accident prone and lose the other four rings."

Simon: "Why do I get the feeling you can do everything politely, even burp?"

Simon : "I wonder who put the alphabet in alphabetical order? You know, a...b...c..."

Yesterday I was musing to Jeff about the types of attractions Dolly World might have. Simon shouted, "Maybe there's an emotional roller coaster!"

He got his flu shot yesterday. Now, Simon is wandering around, rubbing his arm, and saying, "I hate that I got shot! "

I let Simon drink some hot chocolate. He took a few sips, then told me, "I noticed that I drink with my pinkie out. I believe I'm turning British. "
He said that last part with an atrocious attempt at an accent.

We took a trip to Target to pick up some things. Simon noticed some women's underwear that had a Star Wars design. He remarked that it was weird. Jeff said, "Why is it weird? You have had socks with Star Wars print before. "
Without missing a beat, Simon answered, "I don't think I'd want to feel the Force down THERE! "